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61. Nikshanam (Part 1)

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Nishita's phone buzzed with a message from Devika, 'Wishing you luck in your quest to spice up things with your vanilla fiancé!'

She couldn't help but chuckle at her friend's stupid remark, her cheeks turning a shade of pink as she read it. Firing back a response, she typed furiously, 'Shut up!'

As she hit send, Nishita couldn't shake off the memory of the last time she had tried to be daring with Jagdish. It hadn't ended well; he had scolded her for being impulsive. This time, she was determined to take things slow, like a cautious snail making its way along a garden path.

With a contented sigh, she tucked her phone into her lap and began to hum along with the song streaming through the car speakers.

"I thought you forgot my birthday," Jagdish murmured, his hands deftly maneuvering the steering wheel as his lips formed words that seemed to beckon Nishita towards him, tempting her to lean in for a kiss and nothing else.

Her mind raced at the unexpected comment, her thoughts soaring to dizzying heights of confusion. She struggled to focus on his words, her mind a chaotic whirlwind of emotions. "Pardon?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rush of blood in her ears.

Jagdish cast a sidelong glance at her, and a wave of embarrassment overcame her as she struggled to form a coherent response. "I... I..." she faltered, her words tapering off into an uncomfortable silence. She felt foolish for her nervousness in his presence, but she couldn't shake the intensity of her feelings.

Why did he possess such an uncanny ability to ignite her emotions? Why did she feel inexplicably drawn to him, defying all logic and reason? Every encounter with him seemed to crackle with electric energy, irresistibly intriguing and utterly captivating like a magnet pulling her closer against her will.

He was set to become her spouse, yet she sensed within her core that his role would transcend mere marital bounds. He was poised to occupy every facet of her existence, becoming not just her partner, but her very essence—the beating of her heart, the essence of her soul... and perhaps even her downfall.

Lost in her thoughts, she suddenly realized they had arrived somewhere, Jagdish parking the car near a building. Too preoccupied to notice, she paid little attention.

"Thanks, wifey," Jagdish whispered softly, his warm breath brushing against her ear. She hadn't realized how close he had drawn near until his proximity sent a shiver down her spine, eliciting an involuntary gasp from her lips.

She buried herself in the seat and turned to look at him. His face hovered just inches away, lips teasingly close. "Jagdish..." Her voice trailed off, barely audible, as she found herself at a strange crossroads. She'd wanted this closeness, she desired such intimate moments with him, yet now, with him so near, her resolve wavered like a leaf in the wind. Enthralled by his gaze, she couldn't help but marvel at the beautiful charm of his eyes, lost in their depths.

What? Those are boring!

No, those are stunning, like the rich, dark chocolaty kind, right?

What the fuck is going on with you, Nishita?

Ugh, I don't know!

His gaze flickered momentarily to her lips, mirroring the way her desires intertwined with his. Sensing a sudden dryness, she ran her tongue over them, responding to his intense stare.

Whether it was a moment of instinct or longing, she couldn't tell, but she heard him murmur, "Wifey, may I touch your lips?"

Her heart pounded fiercely in her chest as she breathed out a shaky "Y...Yes!" Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears of joy as his warm hand tenderly cupped her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. Each touch of his thumb tracing her lower lip felt like a sweet torment, igniting a fiery passion within her. Their eyes locked in an intense gaze, and she drew deeper into his soulful gaze. A smile played on his lips as he leaned in, their foreheads meeting in a tender caress.

In that moment of connection, everything felt achingly beautiful. She savored the warmth of his touch, the love reflected in his eyes, the rose essence filling her soul, and the sweet anticipation of what was to come.

With trembling hands, she reached out to touch his forearms. It was a revelation, feeling the power and strength hidden beneath the layers of his mundane attire; a shocking realization of the depth of his physical presence, his biceps rippling beneath the fabric as her fingers touched him.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt the raw energy pulsating through him, eliciting a whispered exclamation from him, "Fucking hell, Nishita!"

His lips brushed against the tip of her nose in a gentle kiss, leaving her heart racing, eyes closed and her body longing for more as he settled back into his seat, leaving her to bask in the lingering heat of their shared moment.

When she opened her eyes, she found him with his eyes shut tight, a troubled expression etched on his face. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white with tension, while a deep frown creased his brow.

It hurt her.

She had thought it was a moment of intimacy, something to cherish... Yet his demeanor suggested otherwise—as if he wished it had never happened, as if he were ashamed of their shared connection.

"You don't need to regret this, I am sorry for whatever happened," she blurted out, her voice tinged with anger.

His head snapped towards her as he dangerously drawled, "What?"

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A/N

Hmm... A peck on the nose, that's a good start, huh?

Nikshanam means kissing, and this was all about a gentle peck.

"Ishq Bina" is quite a unique romantic tune, isn't it? It carries this subtle hint of melancholy within its melodies, making it hauntingly beautiful, don't you think?

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